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martello
Neither for the sickle nè per la falce
And even less for the tricolour flame
Nè tanto meno per la fiamma tricolore
Because I'm a musician
Perchè

the hammer
Non sono per il martello
Neither for the sickle
Nè per la falce
And even less for the tricolour flame
Nè tanto meno per la fiamma tricolore

Forgotten Sons

Marillion

Real to Reel

1984

sons
And so as I patrol in the valley of the shadow of the tricolour
I must fear evil, for I am but mortal and mortals can only die
Asking questions,

mad

There are some of our members now walking
The roads in south County Armagh and sure
Up in the glens we're all making friends
On the tricolour now,

wear it?'
It's all for my own true love
I never more will see

He whispered "Goodbye love
Old Ireland is calling"
High over Dublin our tri-colour flies

of a loner
I'm fully devastated
And in search of a lover
I just wanna make my name
I belong the tri-colour
I'm cutting off from people
I think it's for

young legionnaire 
With the wind in his hair 
And the tricolour flying'

From Saigon to the Ivory Coast
Above our heads
The Holy Ghost
Floating along

You're listening to Tricolour
Please sit back and enjoy the ride

I see the lovely sky lighting up the night, 
 Star of Peace is flying, glittering int he dark. 
 Maybe in a blood-field, a waving tricolour, 
 Master

got some ink
Never had a job in his life

But the tri-colour flies today
With pictures of the pope and RFK
So what else can you do?
Say hello

the government, let anarchy rule
Tricolour for the wick, 'je voudrais un boîte de fioul'
Pop, rap, music freaks
Top 100, MTV
Even though there's no money
Punk's not

father
I'd make you so proud in my tricolour balaclava
All I want is the nonsense to stop
You saved my soul, but that's just doin your job

And god only

Tri-colour hand some shit I bought
Stay with the main I ain't switching up now
Change up myself, had to change up the route
I want them chips, want them tucked

the fuck?
Someone's blunt? No it's not
Freedom came, tricolour blot
Camo horde, thanks a lot

Going on for 8 years
BitcheZZ wanna whole piece
Been affecting

shamrock in me beer

We'll raise the price o' beer a dollar
We'll make 'em wear a shirt and collar
We'll fly a bloody tri-colour
And call it an Irish

juice

Thickly trickle all down the tricolour
Flag that's in tatters
Its fabric is ragged and haggard
Telling a France that is shattered
That there's

Nichts ist real, alles Plastik
Ich bin verliebt in den Hustle
Ich fühl' mich intergalaktisch
Tricolour meine Seele
Ich geh' erst raus, wenn es Nacht ist

forever mutilated
The mutilated never really survivors
Innocence lost amid a mass grave
Under the gaze of a stunned nation.
Tricolour banners flourish